What Does Repentance Mean to You?

What Does Repentance Mean to You?

Several of the world’s religions have periods of atonement or repentance in their rites. Where they try to mend their lives and relationships. Not just with their God and themselves, but with their families and neighbours.

They may fast as they work thru this time so they can concentrate on mental and holy matters rather than physical concerns.

I have an easier time with the between God and myself part than anything with other humans. I think God understands that human beings are fallible. Most humans seem to have difficulty understanding what God is supposed to do though. IMO anyways. How hands on is a deity supposed to be in their creation?

Fallibility is not something humans seem to remember if they feel wronged by another human. Yet if we wrong another, we ask for forgiveness because we are fallible. If we want that grace, aren’t we obliged to extend it to others when they ask?

So doesn’t that mean that the largest issue or flaw is a lack of understanding rather than a will to harm?

Aren’t most people fumblers rather than abusers?

Something I often consider, whether it’s the day for it in a religious calendar.

What are your thoughts? And do they come from a place of religious practice? Or moral code, understanding of human nature?

PSA – Looking Out for Your Neighbours

PSA – Looking Out for Your Neighbours

Whatever your crisis of the week is, it’s important to remember that emergency services (police, fire, ED/ambulance, even military sometimes) are busy with the bigger stuff.

So could you please check in on your neighbours? If you know they can’t get to the grocery store or pharmacy, could you make a run for them?

If you know they have trouble making their meals and social services may not be able to get their usual meals out to them, could you make something for them to eat? Please check with them what they can tolerate first.

Calling is the better option if the phone lines are up, but be aware at least when your neighbour is usually up and about and see if they show up then. Meet them and ask if they need anything. If they don’t show up, knock on their door and see if they’re ok. If they need anything.

In the UK this year, many will be without heating. So if you could, check out where heating centres are, and if you have spare blankets, please loan them to your neighbour.

Walk their perimeter after a storm and make sure there aren’t any new dangers. Like downed hydro lines or tree limbs on path ways or on their roof or porch.

We get blizzards, tornados, wild fires, and floods in Ontario. So this may seem like it’s old hat to you. But I think it’s a timely reminder after the hurricane in the Maritimes that disaster can strike at any time, and anywhere. When it does, we need to be prepared to help with the smaller stuff, because even they can mean life/death to someone in need.

Emergency kit:

(for a start)
bottled water, aspirin/tylenol, bandages, dry tea, coffee, dry juice crystals, canned or dehydrated food (for seniors pop tops are best), cereals, bread

If you have more suggestions, I hope you comment.

do you know CPR?

Do you know how to check if someone is alert, have a concussion, a break, can you properly bandage a wound? If you don’t yet, the Red Cross and St John’s Ambulance offer courses. (in Canada)

Keepers of the Holy Books (a myth)

Keepers of the Holy Books

You think they’re gone, don’t you? Or so you’ve been told anyways. Books that were supposed to have been destroyed or lost in the passage of time. Run over by warriors or mad priests and kings. Sanitizing the world’s view of religions to one of male domination.

But under the earth there are deep caves only the keepers know of. In the mountains there are more. Places where temperatures are cool, the air is dry. Where animal skins and papyrus rest side by side with celluloid and medal. Each innovation finding the old priests faithfully transcribing every word as it was in the text before. Checking and rechecking for accuracy.

It had to be as it was. As told by the gods at the beginning.

“Once there was divine. Male and female. Dark and light. Sky and earth. Who worked together to create the universe. And all within it.”

And in their name, the old priests had male and female temples and symbols. Male and female sages, miracle workers and revelatory spirits.

And taught the younger generations to revere and practice the same.

Why? To prepare for the day when the world was ready to accept that men and women had power. Beyond their bodies, beyond their skin. Where they were more than their gender or sexuality, where they were dark and light, earth and sky.

Where together they were magic. Where together they were part of the divine.

Symbolism (a story/ish)


May the words of the wronged be heard. May the wounds be healed. And may their sorrow and fear be released. But most of all, let the world be changed so this never happens again. Use me to spread this message of love.


In the spirit realm, a meeting took place that had great significance to humanity’s future.

Three souls of the elders met with their oppressors’ spirits and they sat to talk thru history. The healer, the chief, the collector who had wronged them were forced to listen to the stories of pain and terror they had caused, or had been caused in their names.

The healer was told of the enemies of distance and bigotry that the people had suffered. The chief heard about the violence and neglect they had perpetuated. And the collector heard of families separated and children who suffered for generations.

They all heard of the wrong medicines taken and culture stolen by their oppressive actions. They heard of diseases spread and sorrow untold found in their scars.

And instead of the earthly meetings that had seen blame shifted and no responsibility taken, this meeting had power. Finally.


Sky High (a story)

Sky High

Franklin was appointed crew chief of the build. And he was excited when he arrived the first day. He counted things the first day. He had the plans and the number of the architect on speed dial. He knew the names of all the local inspectors and their reputations so he knew what they’d be looking for when they showed up. He had hired and spent time with all the trades and sub contractors. And he had checked out the local depots where he could route his supplies thru and who could get him something he needed in a pinch. He had even looked at a few pizza and chicken delivery joints for when he wanted to give the guys a treat. Cuzz he didn’t want them going off site and getting drunk on his dime or time. That just begged for an accident. He and his family had tasted it all and his kids said it was good enough it went on their family’s menu. High praise from them!

He laid out the base of the build with chalk lines so everyone knew exactly where to dig. And marked off all electrical and gas lines. And he walked every inch of the marked area to look for any unusual changes in the land. It looked like each bit was within the same time frame. But just in case, he filmed his walk and sent it to a friend who was an archaeologist to see if he noted anything that might lead to the site having to be closed for investigations.

So when the guys arrived, he was ready. He shook all of their hands and spent some time with the union rep and the lead hands. He told them how he liked to run his sites and got their blessings.

Then they met with the architect and went over the plans together, and laid out the first week’s schedule for who would be doing what on the site. So they wouldn’t be running over each other. This first week would probably be the easiest one to keep on track.

Everyone was getting excited by the project which filled Franklin with hope for the work. But then how could you not when they knew the world would be watching as they built something so challenging, innovative, and important.

They were building the first completely green super mall. Complete with solar panels, recycled air, store dividers that could be easily changed/dismantled, toilets that had smaller tanks, sinks that paused flow when no hands were under the tap, green spaces with indoor gardens including trees. All kinds of features that would make it a model for future malls. To say it could indeed be done. When this mall was up, there would be no more excuses.

Oct 1 – Travel Restrictions re: Covid Lifted in Canada

Oct 1 – Travel Restrictions re: Covid Lifted in Canada

Is it a meaningless show for the CONVOY crowd? And to get the Conservative Party off the govt’s back about opening mandates?

It may indeed be an empty gesture. Because the USA is on the other side of the debate. And they still require vaccines etc. While it’s true that the CDC has lifted federal mandates, it left the door open for states and municipalities to keep requirements in place if they are experiencing an upsurge in cases.

And Canada has consistently kept our cases lower than the USA.

Can the Canadian traveller go to other countries, just because our borders are open? Nope, sorry. Their borders have to be open to receive. And some of them have tighter rules than Canada ever has. Some people in Canada have the Oxford vaccine which has caused them issues in access to other lands. They weren’t recognized.

But funnily enough, it isn’t people who are frequent flyers or even take trains or buses to the world or USA that have been calling for the border to open. Not really. The worst complainers have been the Convoy crowd. Who TBH don’t have the money to travel. They just want something to whine about. To call PM Trudeau a dictator over.

And it suits the Conservative Party to let them do their work for them.

The people most affected are those who cross the border, by car usually, because they have a job or family on the other side. And like I said, the USA border still has mandates. Their case numbers are still too high to let that go.

So folks? You still aren’t going anywhere if you don’t have your vaccines up to date. And depending where you’re going? You still may need to wear a mask in public places when you get there.

And that isn’t because of PM Trudeau. So maybe lay off the guy?

Was it a Demon or an Alien? (a story)

Was it a Demon or an Alien?

In the after times, the children were told many tales by their elders about the early times. The children shook their heads and giggled a little. Knowing this is the way the elders spoke about the past, the great past. So they took everything said with a grain of salt.

But the buildings and tools were there! So when the story was over, the children went off to play and compare notes. Some supreme being had come along to the people, usually with flashes and circles in the sky, and taught them what it took to survive. Or at least survive better. They helped them make the tools they needed, showed them how to use them and how to make the buildings. And when it was done they asked a few elders to come with them in the circles.

The elders were scared, but these beings had helped their people. So the elders were willing to be the sacrifice. That’s what the elders did for their community. They hugged their children and rode in the circle to the sky. There were flashes and the elders and their helpers were never seen again.

But what were the helpers? Why would a demon help them? To spite the gods maybe? Weren’t the people meant to know how to build these cities? Was their a bad thing about them? Why would an alien help them? So some day maybe they could trade with the people? Or was there something they were doing when the people weren’t watching?

The children thought and chatted. The elders laughed at their thoughts and chatted. But no one knew for sure. It could even be a fairy story that never happened. But they knew that at different places on the planet, the same experience was being talked about. Why?

It wasn’t the water. Or the food. And even their language and culture were somewhat different. So why did the same story make it around the world? And why did the temples and cities look so similar? When these people had never met?

It’s a ponder that many elders and children consider. Right up till they see the circles come back across the skies and land in the pasture where they now had a few animals and the elders went out to see what these beings wanted now. Were they the same beings?

No one would ever know. But they were wondering if they would be taught something else? Or if this time the bill was coming due?

In the Time Before Time (a story)

In the Time Before Time

Monkey stood up and used the tools he’d been working on for awhile to make something more than a layer of leaves to make his tree naps nicer.

He laughed and joked with other monkeys as they worked. They spat in the clay, but that wasn’t enough. So they carefully gathered the wet clay from the edge of the water. Between laps of the tide. And ran screaming out of the area when the water got too high.

Sometimes their work took too long and they lay beside their lumps for a nap. And soon realized that these lumps were easier to work with. So they began using them and held them in place with the muck. That worked so much better.

The monkeys found it easy to climb up and down their walls so the building went well. They build walls that stood, then put a roof on them. Sure there was a slight slant to them. But it’s not like they had a miter or even a ruler to level them. Or the gained experience to change what they did and make it better. So mostly they just prayed to their gods that things would hold while they were under them. And they did.


Many years later, in the next time, the people found these odd structures in the tree lines. And they thought some animal had lucked out. They didn’t see the effort and practice it had taken to get one or more to stay standing. But they did think it was a good idea. So they took their levels and miters and made a structure that was a little better. A little higher and called it a temple. Because they had said many prayers while making them. And they wandered the earth, placing these temples everywhere they settled for awhile.


And in the next time, the people came to these first and second time structures and wondered about them. But thought they were a good idea. So they took their slaves and miters and made some buildings that were taller and straighter. And kept adding to them till there were cities in the oddest places. Places that would never survive if there was a disaster. They planned them for convenience and pretty views.


And along came the aliens in the after time. They looked at the ruins of these many buildings and found it hard to tell which had been made by monkeys and which had been made by people.

Prancing For the Crowd (a story)

Prancing For the Crowd

Georgie was a card. He loved to show off and everywhere he went, he danced. He’d hop to the left and jig to the right. He loved it when he caught people watching. And bowed if they clapped. He practiced day and night, in front of a mirror. Prancing down the street. Over and over, he did the same steps. Looking for any sign of improvement.

Till he caught someone in the crowd doing the same step; Then any hope of him getting better at the step was gone. He stopped doing that step.

You might ask why, and that would be a fair question. Georgie wanted to be an ORIGINAL, ya know?

Whether his follower was good or bad at the step, whether Georgie liked them or not, that step was done and Georgie never did it again.

Sometimes people forgot that Georgie was the FIRST. And Georgie was ok with that. The follower could have the glory. He no longer wanted to be associated with the step.

Maybe Georgie was irrational, but he was scared their reputations would be aligned. Then what would happen if the follower was a beast as a human? Then Georgie would forever be associated with a beast and he couldn’t have that.

So it was gone, and Georgie danced with one less step. And maybe one less fan?

Georgie also wasn’t a joiner. There were cool dance clubs in his area. He’d go in once or twice to see who was there and what kind of dances they did. Then he was done with the place. He carefully made note of anything he did that might be thought of in their light. And changed his routine. He didn’t want to be committed to their style, so he was cruel in his elimination of their style.

And now and then, Georgie would have someone approach him for lessons. Georgie refused. He said he didn’t want to teach someone his own bad habits. He’d feel like he was responsible for them if he took them on.

Georgie was a radical. And finally it caught up with him. When he got accused of being a plagiarist, no one knew or cared enough about him to defend him. But Georgie didn’t care. Since he wasn’t invested in anyone, he just danced on down the road. And waited for the next opportunity to prance on his own, whether they watched him or not.

And now he had an experience to add to his thought. That you just cannot do the same as anyone else. Even if it seemed like they were the one following.

In the search for saints, heroes and villains

In the search for saints, heroes and villains

Most of these searches take the person out of their context and blame them for everything going on at the time.

They get the blame for it all, whether or not they have any power or influence.

They are morphed into something superhuman. They never have a bad day, or have to reach a compromise with their adversaries.
It seems like they can snap their fingers and have their wishes (or more to the point, the wishes of their followers) come true today. Without a sweat.

And they can do it all alone. Because any added person it takes to complete their task lessens their heroism.

They must be all that and a bag of chips. All good, with no flaws. To the 7th generation. They must be as good today as they might have been in another era. Even if what you ask of them would be completely out of touch in another time.

And their whole family must be good too. They cannot take one step out of place.

Sighs. Don’t you just get tired of people that are that linear in their assessments of people?